Bad Guys Night fantasies. A boring evening can be an unpredictable game for you. Natalia Esenina
is what makes me determined.
Succumbing to the relaxing rhythm of the music, I put a smile on my face and stretch out my arms to pull the Cool Stripper’s shirt tucked into the pants from under the belt.
Chapter 2
Damn it, yes she is beautiful!
Between locks of black hair eyes sparkle brightly, possibly green; a small, deftly worked body, and the habits of a modest woman. I wish we were in this room alone.
A smile never leaves her lips as she runs her fingers across my waist, releasing a shirt from her trousers. Here the shirt is pulled out, and the girl begins to lift her up.
But it stops. For a fraction of a second, she hesitates. I see it. She tries not to pretend that she is not confident in herself and what she is doing.
I look down into those wet eyes. Let her not stop. I want to feel the touch of her fingers on the skin. Therefore, I tease her in the hope of waking up a cat, which, ready to bet, is hiding in her somewhere deep inside.
“Come on,” I whisper. “Have you already gotten yours?”
She looks at me, I hold my breath and wait for someone to take. In admiration, I observe how the balance of power shifts, and this change is reflected in her eyes. They become a little brighter, more fun. I had never seen anyone gain courage. Something did not allow this girl to retreat, to surrender. She accepts the challenge. That turns me on damn.
She stares into my eyes and pulls up the edge of the shirt; leans toward me, I catch the light scent of perfume. The smell is sweet and slightly musky. Sexy like herself.
The girl has to snuggle up to me and stand on tiptoe, stretched out to the string to take off my shirt over my head. I feel her breasts rub against my chest. I could ease her task, but I do not. I love the way she winds around me. I will not miss such a pleasure.
Having pulled off a shirt, the girl steps back and gives me a look. Shyly. It is obvious. It seems that she wants to look at me, but she is a little embarrassed, which makes the moment even more exciting. I am sure that the eyes of everyone who sits in the room are riveted to me, to us, but I only feel her gaze. Like tongues of fire, he licks my body, burns, I feel it. Or at least I think so.
I take a deep breath, and the girl’s eyes fall on my stomach. Then, for a moment, a little lower. She looks there longer than she should, but not at all as long as I would like.
I’m starting to get up.
The girl’s eyes widen, she opens her mouth just enough to stick out her tongue and quickly lick her lips. I grit my teeth, before I want to press her to me and dig into this seductive mouth.
The room lights up. This is enough to dispel the obsession.
I hear a man’s voice, a man’s voice long ago got me.
– Buddy, what the hell? – This is Nick.
I know why he is angry.
It’s hard for me to tear my eyes from the girl’s eyes. Enthusiasm slowly flares up in them, and I want to see how far I can get it. But I’m not looking for her anywhere. Instead, I turn my head and look first at Nick, and then at the salivating women. Game over.
Damn it! And you could have a good time.
I smile at those whose attention is focused on me:
“Lady, this is Nick.” Today he will entertain you.
All eyes turn to Nick, he closes the door behind him and bypasses me. I look at the girl who holds my shirt in her hands. She is stunned. And not because of a trifle.
– What are you doing? How is it – will he entertain us? – the girl asks, casting a confused look on me.
I do not answer immediately; soon she will understand everything herself.
She looks at Nick, trying to make a complete picture of what is happening from individual pieces.
“Which of you, beautiful ladies, is the future bride?” – asks Nick.
And then I see it comes to her. Her eyes widen again, and even in the dim light, I notice how paint fills her cheeks.
She looks at me and frowns.
“If he is a stripper, then who are you?”
– I’m Cash Ner Club Owner.
Chapter 3
What was left for me? With his mouth open, I stare at the owner of the establishment, I struggle with the urge to crawl under some table. I’ve never been humiliated like this before.
I hear the girls cackling around Archie, but these sounds barely penetrate my brain. Each cell of gray matter concentrated directly and directly on the guy standing in front of me.
And then anger grips me.
“Why did you let me do this?” Why didn’t he say anything, didn’t introduce himself?
He smiles. Smiles, damn him! For a second I get distracted – I notice to myself that the smile is awesome, but then the feeling of humiliation returns and overshadows everything.
– Why say something when it’s much more fun to allow yourself to undress?
– Hmm, this is completely unprofessional, firstly.
– Why? The girls ordered a stripper. Who cares who I send?
– Not in this case. You deliberately deceived us.
He chokes on a chuckle. A hell of a laugh! Here is the impudence.
– I don’t remember that I promised to send an honest stripper. Only diligent.
I purs my lips. You can go crazy.
As if nothing had happened, as if he was not standing in front of me without a shirt, the guy folded his arms over his chest. This movement draws my attention to the beautifully defined pectoral muscles and a tattoo that covers one side almost entirely. I can’t make out what is shown, but part of the picture captures the left shoulder, as if long curved fingers are holding onto it.
The guy clears his throat and my eyes flare up at his face. He smiles wider than before, and I involuntarily frown. I can’t think clearly while he is standing in front of me in this form. The lack of a shirt is very distracting.
“Don’t you think you should at least get dressed?”
“And you don’t think you should at least give me a shirt?”
I look down, and for sure: in my fist his black polo shirt is clamped. I throw it at him with anger. And he catches.
What the hell!
It’s strange, even though rage is boiling inside me, I can’t understand that it infuriates me so much. I’m just crazy, that’s all.
“You got so excited!” Maybe I should have removed something from you? – says this insolent, putting a shirt over his head.
– And what would change from that?
Besides that, there would be ten times more shame.
The guy freezes and smirks a sort of smug sexual grin. I do not want to succumb to her charms, but it seems